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Fallclan leader, nightclan MCA and a clumsy disaster xD
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Post by Spiderheart on Jul 7, 2019 14:08:22 GMT -5
FALLENPAW sky / Spiderheart
Fallensky is a large orange, cream and white tabby tom with a long silky pelt. The majority of Fallenskys long coat is a dark rich orange with creamy undertones along his belly, legs and face. The front of his muzzle, and chest along with all four of his paws are snowy white. Fallensky has soft blue eyes that stand out noticeably against his bright orange coat. To most Fallensky may seem unapproachable his emotionless eyes an unwelcoming trait, but in truth the tom is quite friendly. Although Fallensky is quiet he is easy to get along with if you can look past the empty glow in his blue eyes, he has never been one to show his feeling so openly the thought of any cat knowing his inner most self terrifying him. Fallensky is gentle and nurturing to those who give him a chance, appreciating the friendships he makes and the trust he is able to earn. The tom is a loyal cat and once you have his trust he will do anything in his power to protect you and be there for you when you need him. If you ever break Fallenskys trust do not expect to gain it back, he has no room in his life for anyone who cannot remain faithful in any way. Fallensky will not beg to be noticed or liked, he does not need every cat to like him and if by chance some cat dislikes him he will gladly keep to himself without holding any ill will towards you. Fallensky was not born to the clan, he and his sister Dapplecloud were left at the MoonClan border as kits by their father and taken into the clan to be raised. Fallensky is thankful for his life and owes so much to the cats who raised him, because of that he has vowed to protect his clan with his life working harder than most to return what was given to him at such a young age. Fallensky often felt like an outcast growing up because he did not carry the blood that runs through his clanmates, but that only made him push harder to prove that he belonged in MoonClan. While his nature is friendly he is a fierce opponent in battle, his large size giving him a slight advantage where he lacks in speed. Fallensky longs to be a father, to raise his kits the way his father never did, to know that they will never be alone or feel like outcasts because of their heritage.
A bold colored tortoiseshell she-cat, Coppermist is a fairly stunning cat on sight. She is lean with bright orange eyes and a mischievous glimmer that never seems to leave her eye. She isn’t the kind of cat that you would tend to forget, especially after talking to her. She has a mouth that can go on-and-on, usually about topics that are odd or very off. She isn’t the type of cat to talk about how the weather is, but rather she would go for shock value and ask deeply personal questions, as if to throw you off guard. She enjoys the idea of seeing chaos and getting reactions out of others, and she will go out of her way to make cats respond in an unexpected way. She doesn’t intend it in a harmful way, for her is all a bit of fun. While she is quite chaotic, she is good at being able to put on a mask and make herself look like a role model for younger cats in the clan. She isn’t all that horrible of a cat, and does have some compassion deep down, even if her main motivation is to cause a little bit of havoc here and there. She was raised in a litter of five kits, and it was always her to start the trouble. She quickly became the litter leader and would lead the other kits into places they weren’t supposed to be. This would often result in scolding, but it had the opposite effect on her than what one would expect, it made her better at not getting caught. She has many goals for the future of the clan, her main one to be finding a mate that enjoys her sense of humor and chaos. Though she feels at home with her clan, she doesn't believe that there should be so many roles and rules, and rather believes that if there was a little bit of anarchy that life would be more fun.
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DAISYPAW storm / ghost
Daisystorm is a cat that you would look at and not be sure what to think. His name doesn’t fit him at all, and his oddly splotched orange pelt is always stuck up in every direction. He has a delicate face and looks almost feminine at first to those who see him. Perhaps his more defining feature is the one that is the most noticeable, the fact that he only has one large blue eye. He was raised by a careless mother who didn’t often stay in the nursery to help care for her kit. She would rather be off socializing and found the idea of raising a kit to be exhausting and a curse. This made sure that Daisystorm was always on his own, and when he wasn’t, he was trying hard to fit in with the others who would make fun of him for his name. One day he was playing with the others when they dared him to go out of the camp and bring back something to prove that he had gone far enough. Daisystorm wanted to back out but he was afraid of what the other kits would say if he didn’t do the dare. He walked calmly out of the camp and didn’t realize after a few moments that he didn’t know where he was or how to get back to the camp. In a panic, he raced in through the trees, trying to find his way. His run came to an end as he stabbed his eye out with a low hanging branch, he knew right away that he was seriously injured. Calling out for help, some cats on a patrol eventually found him and carried him back to camp where the medicine cat worked to help him. He was badly injured and many didn’t know if he would make it. Eventually, he was able to recover, though at this point he was practically living in the medicine cats’ den and didn’t have any friends as all of the other kits didn’t bother to visit him. Occasionally his mother would come to check on him, but she refused to look at him and his face, claiming that she was cursed with such an ugly kit. Daisystorm slowly became more aware that he would never be able to see again, and this quickly developed into an obsessive self-consciousness that would eat away at him. He believed that no one would ever want to talk to him, that he was too ugly, like his mother said. It didn’t help that when he was finally able to return to the camp, all of the other kits were already made into apprentices and he was left behind with all the younger kits. He wasn’t teased anymore, but his own internal problems worsened, causing him to isolate and have trouble socializing with others in the camp. His goal growing up was to become a good warrior, but when he finally became an apprentice his head was clouded with doubt that he would ever get that far.
RAVENLEAP / lost Ravenleap is a long, skinny tom with a sleek, jet black pelt and soft green eyes. His paws, small in size, her white with pink pads beneath them. Ravenleap grew up skittish and jumpy, always thinking something was lurking just around the corner to grab him and run, mostly because of the scary stories he heard the apprentices tell about hawks, badgers, and foxes snatching kits up in the middle of the night. As he trained and found that he was an excellent hunter and a capable fighter, his confidence and grew and by the time he was a warrior he was unrecognizable from the flinching kit from so many moons ago. Ravenleap was born in MoonClan alongside his four siblings who always got him into trouble. As he became an apprentice and found his independence, Ravenleap was finally seen for what he was: a rule follower and a believer in the warrior code. Without his siblings always pressuring him to get into trouble due to boredom, the black tom flourished in his training and his duties. Ravenleap is often easily embarrassed and awkward when it comes to conversation. He tries hard to make friends but often breaks it off unintentionally because he thinks that he is annoying and stays away from them. He puts his heart into his duties as a warrior, and secretly hopes one day that he can put his heart into something more, like someone to love, because deep down lies the heart of a hopeless romantic.
Post by dualwielding on Jul 10, 2019 21:04:19 GMT -5
WILLOWDUST / dualwielding Large, well balanced paws contrast with her feminine structure, a lean and beautiful warrior with a shiny tortoiseshell coat with a white front. Willowdust has large round eyes. Green tendrils circle her pupil, showering in emotion. She walks with her head held high in confidence, though little know how easily she could be knocked down. She often fails to keep her protective cocoon around herself as soon as someone comes along and finds her vulnerable again. Warrior (I'll be updating her bio later on but needed to get her added)
Edited Jul 10, 2019 21:04:58 GMT -5 By dualwielding
A beautiful pelt littered with dark grey spots with a silvery white undertone, could be deemed as a moon with black spots or a cloud covering it up. Her eyes are a light green color, much like a lime or a newly turning green leaf. Her body is lithe and long. Her fur is short, making it easy for her to move quickly and silently through the undergrowth of MoonClan's territory, her home. Mistywish is a kind; cooperative; smart; collected, intelligent: graceful; caring; and wishful she-cat who puts her Clan, her family and religion, above anything else, even above friendships and allies. She things only about what is best for her Clan and family and rarely does anything just for herself. She thinks only about "What can I do today to make my Clan stronger and make lives easier" She goes beyond the call of a warrior and never asks for anything in return, if offered she would take it, so she doesn't seem rude, but in the end she does it because it makes her happy, not because she wants to be recognized or given an award, but because she wants to do it. Mistywish was born to two MoonClan Warriors. They had taught her to be kind, gentle , to work hard, and be patient as well as to take care of those less fortunate or weaker then herself. That is what she strives to do, even though other's scoff at her and tease, she looks the other way or gives them a friendly smile and goes on her way. If it came to battles and fights, she would rather be at camp defending those within the walls or helping the injured then to fight in the field. If nothing else works, then she will not hesitate to lift a claw to defend those she cares about, if necessary. Her parents had given up their lives in a battle with a pack of rats that tried to take over the territory . Before that they couldn't think of a good name for their little girl, so until she was three moons old she had no name, nothing that really stood out. Before they died, before the battle in early morning, they named her Misty, not because she was grey but because she showed that she was intelligent. She was later given the suffix of wish because she wished to be just like her parents and die in battle and is seen as an extremely caring and wishful cat.
CRIMSONROSE / Jetclaw This she cat is an imposing presence, she is a large dark ginger she cat, her fur is thick but a closer look will find the scars that litter her body. She was a hunter in Primal Instinct back when Vera E'tani ruled the league. She left to protect her runt of the litter, and sought sanctuary in WinterClan becoming her former student Leatherfern's frozen then shattered as he rose up from deputy to leader. Upon learning of his reappearance in the forest clans, and now that her daughter no longer needed her constant presence, Crimsonrose left WinterClan behind in favor of new pastures in MoonClan. Crimsonrose lives for battle, every day the one thing she craves is to test her mettle against mighty opponents. Learning new tactics, battle moves, and various ways to down different opponents. She grew honorable during her time as a clan cat. Now, though she still isn't above killing when necessary, she holds herself back from it when the need isn't there. Her amber eyes blaze with the passion that burns within her heart. Seeking out the next battle to be fought. Warrior
All characters have been added! I will go through the AC and make the necessary changes. Also, I will probably do another AC just to make sure things are current.
Post by aberrantfox on Jul 23, 2019 16:53:04 GMT -5
LUNARPAW stag / Aberrantfox It is said that the moon has a dark side you simply never get to sea, Weather that is because the moon is shy or ashamed, we may never know. But perhaps it is less complicated than that. Maybe the dark side of the moon is misunderstood. Feared. Lost in translation. Lunarstag is a pitch black short haired tom with large honest harvest moon orange eyes. By any first glance one might assume there was nothing special about this average black cat. But Lunarstag has secrets hidden in his enchanting gaze. The flecks of gold that swirl about in their depths having seen things Lunarstag himself doesn't even remember. While he swears he is born and bred in MoonClan, there are suspicions of his true heritage. While his fur blends well with the MoonClan lifestyle it eerily absorbs the moons light. As if the moon's rays simply pass through him without effect. A strange phenomenon indeed. His eyes and their deep harvest color reminding many of FallClan's renown season. While his paws are small the pads are thick and perfect for rough terrain and cold or hot temperatures causing many to wonder of perhaps SunClan or WinterClan blood flowing in his veins. Lunarstag has a respect for life that is seldom found anywhere quite like it is in SpringClan. Yes he fights like the moral lacking hunters of Primal Instinct. Yet despite all these wondering thoughts of heritage none can deny Lunarstag's loyalty and profound dedication to MoonClan and his clan mates. He is soft spoken, kind, fiercely protective, honor bound, and charming.
LILY / Honeystorm A patched tabby she-cat, soft brown with splotches of bright ginger orange and all too familiar ivy green eyes alight with intelligence, she is a feline who could not be any less her mother, Foxstar. A creature of stealth and shadows, humble, with a generally calm, amicable attitude and a clear mind, even under pressure. She is loyal and wise, willing to fight for what she believes is right at any cost. Though her parents are of SunClan, she lived most of her moons in MoonClan, the supposed daughter of Asphodel, a she-cat who died speaking out against the SunClan High Priestess when she came to take over MoonClan moons prior. The Moon is her deity, and she lives by his words each and every day, and not one person can convince her to ever return to her birthplace, to the place that kidnapped her and had her under guard as an older apprentice and young warrior. Warrior
DAYPAW light / Honeystorm She couldn't be more her mother if she had tried. Daylight is a picture perfect copy of her mother, with cream tabby fur and day blue eyes. Right down to the name, though MoonClan never knew her as such. She is outspoken beyond compare, unafraid to be brash and rude, the sort of cat that will call out injustice in a heartbeat and forever hold grudges. Some may consider her more at home in SunClan, given her personality, but she could never think of living anywhere but the home she grew up in. Intensely loyal, she has dedicated her life to serving MoonClan just as Asphodel did, and more so, has made up her mind to kill Foxstar should she ever get the chance. The Priestess took away her mother, and she will never, ever forgive the fox-heart for it. Apprentice
PEACHKIT blossom / Honeystorm He is a rather handsome tom, bright orange with faded patches of brownish black that fades to just barely auburn at the edges. The tom is a cat who seems to have boundless energy, always up and ready to do something, help someone, at a moment's notice. His peachy eyes glimmer, always ready to make someone's day. It is only behind closed doors, where no one can see, that he can let loose, shoulder's slumping as the mask comes off, fatigue and apathy taking over, a frown overcoming his usually optimistic expression. He is happy, and bright, and the life of the den, but not for himself, for others. For it never does seem that he can make himself feel happy, so he does all he can, no matter how hard it may be even to rise from his nest, that no one around him feels as he does. Alone, in a world far too large and dark. Kit
"The greatest friend of truth is Time, her greatest enemy is Prejudice, and her constant companion is Humility." - Charles Caleb Colton. Owlzephyr is a modest, humble tom. He tends to keep most of his emotions and thoughts to himself. He admires his superiors and is an incredibly respectful and obedient feline. He dreams of one day being able to lead his clan, but for now he simply strives to be the best warrior he can be. Owlzephyr tries to do as much as he can for his clan, even going above and beyond, but he never seeks out praise for what he does. Despite his serious demeanor, Owlzephyr actually has a great sense of humor. He is good-natured and when he isn't doing his daily duties, he can be really fun to hang around. Although he is kind-hearted, Owlzephyr tends to be a little eager at times to jump into battle and shred anyone who belittled his clan, and he has a pretty low amount of patience at any given time. Owlzephyr was born to Mumblepool and Stagroar, and is the brother of Ravenlament and Dovehymn.
DOVEPAW hymn / lavellan What is it like to be understood? To feel anger or sadness, and know that someone out there actually understands your reasons and empathizes with them? That no matter what you do, there will be someone to have your back, no matter the circumstances? Such a cat must be broken, for that trust that they freely place in anyone could shatter at any moment. Yet, what if they kept going back, offering their forgiveness as openly as their trust? This cat is Dovehymn; always offering her trust and forgiveness without even being asked. Is she broken? Perhaps. But maybe that's why she's able to empathize so freely with others, because she herself knows what it feels like. It's not to say that the silver tabby has had a rough life, especially in comparison to some of those that she had met. No, she was just always one to feel emotions strongly and quickly. Little things like finding a dead bumblebee would send her into a fit of sobs, whereas even a butterfly landing on her would have her squealing in joy. Even just a story would have her feeling like she was the main character in it, feeling all of the emotions they were feeling. For this reason, her brilliant turquoise eyes are always shining with some sort of emotion. Just be prepared for the confusion if you were to tell her a joke. For all of the things she understands, jokes are not one of them.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Aug 26, 2019 13:39:22 GMT -5
CROOKEDSPIRAL / simplylight Her eyes, outlined in black, are striking yellow like the moon in full luminosity. Her coat is thick with a white base and overlying grey patches that spiral slightly towards her underbelly. Like many of her clanmates, she is a huntress of the night. Her eyes have grown adjusted to the dim light, and in the same way, her heart has too. What better way to describe her than as an angsty hot-head with temper issues and a quick tongue? Crookedspiral has some other quirks as well. For example, she hates small spaces and will do anything to avoid them. The fear came from when she was a kit and she got stuck in a rabbit hole. Her most interesting quality is her knack for getting into trouble. She has the worst luck, truly. Many wonder if that contributes to her strange, depressed nature. There were many others things, of course, like the overly-strict parents and their lust for perfection, maybe a few family deaths along the way, but those are all things she refuses to talk about with anyone. So instead, she floats around like an angry, unlucky raincloud and hopes for the best. More to come as she is developed.
MAGICKIT amulet / lavellan What you see is what you get. At least, that's how the saying goes. But, everyone has a secret. Something that they hide deep within themselves that they don't want others to know. Something that they never show anyone else except those that they trust with their life, but maybe not even then. Everyone has something that is for their eyes only. Outer appearances are deceiving, you can never believe that something is what it appears. Often times, it’s the most innocent that end up being the most deadly. What is this secret? What is it that everyone tends to hide? The answer to this changes with the cat in question. If you asked Magicamulet, she would answer ‘themselves’. When is it that you truly know someone? Do you ever truly know someone, inside and out? These are questions worth asking. And asking is what Magicamulet does best. Magic, something without explanation. Something that raises so many questions. It is the perfect prefix for this feline. She is always searching for answers for the unexplained, always inquiring. Her mind is always running, seeking new thoughts and answers. Within her head lies her greatest weapon. Her mind could rival that of a fox, with the honor of a lion. There is no goal that drives her forward, only her own self motivation. Yet, you’d expect her to have an ulterior motive. Perhaps there is. Perhaps her green eyes are hiding more secrets than you would ever expect. After all, what you see is never just what you get.
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Sept 28, 2019 11:21:36 GMT -5
SILVERHAWK / rikatu
He is soft spoken, not one for words. Honestly he better expresses himself in ways that avoid conversation — and when he does try to express himself in words its awkward and strange. It infuriates him, which ends up with him feeling frustrated and defeated. Despite this, he is a rather handsome tom with a silver and brown pelt. His build is that of a Warrior, with rugged exterior and muscular limbs. His eyes are a pretty pale blue, almost as if they caught the color of a stormy sky. Though he prefers peace and love over war and grief, he won't hesitate to show others just what he can actually do. Silverhawk was born to a loner who soon abandoned him. Left by himself and half starved. He was lucky enough to seek comfort among some rouges, however food will always be scarce when you fight for every scrap. But he grew tired of a life worth scrounging for meals. So, seeking out a true home, he stumbled upon MoonClan. Now, he strives to find his place and grow into his new path in life. Romance? That's a silly concept to him. He won't find romance any time soon, and he knows of this. Its not entirely easy to express feelings to another when you don't even know how — especially when your emotional range is equivalent to a potatoe.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 8, 2019 18:53:06 GMT -5
EELTAIL / neverforgotten A dark gray tom with a long tail and unkempt fur. Once a promising warrior of MoonClan, age caught up to him before he ever had the change to be great. He's not sure what happened, one day he simply wasn't young anymore. All the hopes of being deputy or leader, dashed by the cruel march of age. It made him rather bitter, this getting older thing. As his fur thinned and his eyes got a little weaker, he got grouchier. Now he is like all those elders he used to roll his eyes at as an apprentice. Eeltail is snappy and often ungrateful, fully of snarky comments and biting remarks. Though he was once full of life and happiness, loneliness has soured him. Currently, he is the only elder and feels that like a thorn in his paw. All his fellow warriors, gone. Eeltail is one of the last of his generation and is often spotted staring into space, a look of despair on his face. Behind the anger, there is fear and sadness. Elder
